...round a settled gloom : Kot such as wintry storms on mortals shed, < >ppressing life ; but lovelv, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy ; The wish of nature. Gradual wnks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods,...

...the loaded sky, and, mingling deep, Sits on the horizon round, a settled gloom ; Not such as wintry e. ev'ry hope,ofev'ry joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm, that not...

...a lover The young Aspen trees, till they tremble all over." T. MOORE. Thomson says, in describing " A perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver...woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves J0f Aspen tall." It may one day be discovered by some poetic woodman that the Aspen was formerly a...

...the loaded sky, and, mingling deep, Sits on the horizon round, a settled gloom ; Not sueh as wintry ] ң ev'ry hope, of ev'ry joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfeet ealm, that not...

...qual su i vi venti spargono i nemhi il" Inverno che opprimono la vita, ma And full of eTerу hope ami every joy , The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the...not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing wood , Or rustling turn the many-lwinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, difl'us'd In...

...* Thomson very beautifully adverts to this in the Seasons, when he speaks of the gradual sinking of the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath...quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves Of aspen tall. And how beautifully would Spenser's allusion to the almond-tree...

...every joy,. The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall. The' uncurling floods, diffused In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful...

...Along the loaded sky; and mingling deep, Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom: Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of ev'ry hope and ev'ry joy; The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not...

...the favourites of Fortune. 1 .. : TOWN AND COUNTRY PICTURES. No. III. A RAINY DAY IN SUMMER. ' Now gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm, that...quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many twinkling-leaves Of aspen tall. * * * * At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields,...

...deep, Basko on the breezy shore, in grateful sleep. His oozy limbs. Pant. Gradual sinks the breexc Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing wood. Thornton. The tree*y call of incense-breathing mom, The swallow twittering from the straw-built...